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A Blog Curated By many clever and interesting people.
We like it. by Melbourne goodies, Zoologie. We like you right back.
Scrapbook. Lulamag. Favourite magazine. Favourite new job as scrapbook contributor.
Obsessed. By Rilla. Storybooks and Mr Tom in Berlin. I miss Berlin.
File it. Monica finds good things.
And lastly, I have been loving this too. Ready for the House.

Happy Birthday dear scorpios

birthday girl

Happy Birthday lovely lady. Brookie and I concocted a plan to babysit, and whilst babysitting bake a surprise birthday cake for the lady of the moment. Unfortunately Amory had other ideas, and they didn't get to go out to dinner as he wouldn't go to sleep.

Meanwhile I was waiting in the back alley with an unbaked cake, hoping to get word to come in and bake it. Poor Andrea had no idea, and was confused by the attempts to explain. It turned out Ok though, as the smell of baking chocolate cake took over the house. Yum.

Happy Birthday beautiful lady!

long gone

I have been reading the flog since I saw Fette's Gallery in Rotterdam at Project (or) so I was very pleasantly surprised to see my woods pop up on the Berlin version today. Yay.

happy birthday brookeeee

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polaroid love

the wedding

Yesterday Paul & Lydia got married. It was lovely. I cried. It's so nice to see everybody looking sharp and good things like dancing Dad's and little cousins, family and friends together.
Anyway, now I have a sore head from drinking too much beer, wine and metaxa. And sore feet from dancing the zorba and everything else. OUCH.

a photo lovestory, worth a peek at every page... here might be easier... forget safe search...

30

yeah ME, thirty.

I had a lovely day of it too, talking to loved ones and eating apfel strudel with snow in the morning and an amazingly delicious Eritrean feast and beer and cheer...

And yes I was still grinning. and I'm still feeling lucky...

Because my grandma called me, and so did brookie, mum and dad, and cake and pie-man and the lovely and amazing andrea... It's good to hear you...

THANKYOU!

My boyfriend

My boyfriend just made some new t shirts with 2 x 4. I love this hairy hrumpf. Its suits my grumpy face.



We have an exhibition on at Utopian Slumps and this weekend is your last chance to see it...

He is featured on desktop/desktop.

My boyfriend is a clever cunt.

He is having german lessons with a lady called ms Bonk.

We are moving to Berlin in november.

hi hairyface

we've been together a year and i'm still smitten.

sew natural

i went to a sell out opening tonight, tim moore's rather sweet and disturbia* embroidery of nudists at work and play.

*nudists...

I am glad to have a partner in the crime of exhibition attendance, cause it's still my favourite way to socialize. i can stand around in a room full of handsome arty types i don't know, with bright lights and alcohol and talk about clothes or art or pleasing lego beards or the relevance of specifying 'vintage sicilian linen' or the dog or the baby on the shiny floor throwing biscuits, happily watching said handsome types get drunker and friendlier, quite quickly.

sorry, long bad sentenceTM, it's late. and i woke up at 1am with a hangover unable to sleep... so here you have me...

this week i also saw 'this is not a love schlong' at utopian slumps. i could look at bits of that for hours on end, and other bits i didn't like looking at the first time. i mean that in a good way, somehow. go look at it. YEAH.

meantime read the post labels and weep with me... ashliegh, not hungover, drunk...

clever cunts

hi babies,

i went to platform last night for the launch of 'making space' it was crowdy and pleasing with two glasses of wine in my fists. rachael hooper's little city made me happy. look at it if you're passing by.

i later went to see a play by my darling's kylee brooke and joshua. they were wonderful. if you are feeling like the theatre i'd recommend it. tonight only. from 8:30 til 9:30. with bands afterwards and a party. with two of my favourites, dj delicious and crazy towering moose. at the warehouse, on the corner of johnson and chapel street fitzroy. enter via chapel street.

i will come after the old bar. gotta sell my tshirts and dance to my favourite band. miss bachelorette is lovely and ten rays are my new favourite band and i have only seen them in the garage.

i love all my clever friends.
yes you.
and you and you and you and on and on forever...

lego heaven

i was walking home from ACCA the other day when i spotted a cityscape through the waterwall at the ngv. ooo.
upon closer inspection i got very excited, it was all lego. OOOOO.
then i got sad, cause it was a tuesday. and the ngv can't afford to be open on a tuesday anymore.

NOW, why do i keep wanting to go in on tuesdays?

WELL. they have lego. and it's beautiful. this piece by olafur eliasson. go there and build stuff.



i was quite caught up in the kids conversation but managed to build this.



simon made a monkey that looked like a skeleton... he's all right, i guess...

who ate all the pies

brookie was bemoaning the fact that she always gets stuck with pie-eating men. she has been a vegetarian forever.

i don't eat meatpies, but i LOVE bacon, roast lamb/beef/pork/chicken, and tender, aged, steak makes me very happy, but i try to go for quality over quantity... happy animals over ground up bits of factory meat. that said i don't mind some good sausages*

*do you hear me sausage club? or jonathan of collingwood?

'are they all like that?' she asked.

'nuh, look at poor vego adam and ed, stuck with sausage-eating dell and rachael...'

at this point i think we both spilled beer on ourselves...

last minute

terribly sorry for the gratuitous posting of drunken snapshots...

happy birthday to stunning annie...
and sassy too, spunk...

things to do before i am in new zealand...

kiss my beardy boyfriend... & OH! buy him a present... any ideas?
pack my new long angora socks... it's VERY chilly there... YAY!
eat homemade raspberry jam on toast... HI PENE! you are wonderful!
see the kids... hello sailor! hello stella! hello louis!
eat more chocolate fudge *NO*



i am always delighted and pleased and feel decidedly lucky when it comes to the people i know... i can't help getting a bit misty eyed about it at this time of year... my heart swells like a plump, ripe strawberry*...
BUT i am lucky in love and life and it's a absolute delight to know you all... thank you and happy christmas...

*SORRY (i watched 'The Bachelor' on telly last night) can i blame one of those scary shiny ladies for the dodgy metaphors?

holy shit

adam took me to longrain last night...

sssssssssssoooooooooooo goooooooooooooood....

i had salted kingfish salad with crispy pork, pickled ginger and mint, or something, and he had whole snapper with green mango salad and chilli jam...

we sat at the bar which was good, away from the tables full of rowdy christmas business folks...

if you have an excuse, go there...

ooo weeee

apart from nasty eyebleeding hayfever, it's very good to be home...

...with friends



sad about no more icecream for breakfast and sqeaky white sands... BUT i guess life goes on...

see you soon...

i live in the city now, i have a studio on the top floor of the nicolas building and it's less than a minute away and life seems quite amazing... oh yeah... i'm in LOVE...

STILL...

hand holding

i realise sometimes my life is like an episode of the littlest hobo...this pup is always moving right along...

lookin for a home...

in the last two days, my heart has broke and swollen and near exploded a few times.

i have a sailor day once a week and it never fails to sucker me. baby little pudgy fingers with dimple knuckles holding my hand and staring into my eyes and falling to sleep... heart swells up with love and wonder... and no i don't want a baby, but god do i ever love this one...

this morning i woke at four and couldn't get back to sleep. i climbed out of a warm bed and sat in front of the computer looking at photos of spilt soup and writing some crap for my blog... despite a raging hangover which i blame adam for... (beer and jagermeister until three in the morning) it was wednesday night. i had been at a very wholesome affair called soup club. i drank a few glasses of wine and chatted about soup. i came over after to say hello. why would i wanna stay up all night and get drunk and wasted and rowdy, listening to dizzee rascal... WOULD I WANT THAT?

some fucker twisted my arm.

anyway. it got cold out here in front of the computer at 8 in the morning and i climbed back into that warm bed with the above accused who was grumpy and hungover only for him to lay his hand on me like he has claimed me and taken me for his own forever and it feels just like home. then he held my hand...


that's my story. thank-you for reading it...
now excuse me please i have to go climb back into bed...

i fell in love

with a man

bang boom bam

could be disasterous

could be wonderful

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